I'd rather waste some time with you
than die with you,
something to do.
And do you think it would be fun
to hold a gun,
to take me higher
and fire?
Would you own up to my bitter death?
Admit you sucked out all my breath,
ignored my attempts to fight, to try,
you made me die.
Lick the blood from my wounded chest
lay me to rest
and close my eyes,
swat away the swarming flies,
forget all that you said was lies
and mourn.
Kiss my rotting face-
embrace.
Pick up the gun
to have more fun
get yourself high
and die.
